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bitethebard · 18 days
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meet the writer;
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tagged by; @lexiklecksi thanks for the tag!
Three Fun Facts
(1) I am a big concert go-er and went to over 20+ shows in 2023. I will talk extensively about live music, and a favorite hobby is discovering new and small artists. (2) I am trilingual! Obviously, to varying levels of mastery, but I am fluent enough to understand gossip. (3) I have phases where I play candy crush with the goal of being on the top of the scoreboard (and yes, I have succeeded).
Favorite Season
Summer :) I dislike the cold.
Continent I live on
North America; California girls, we're unforgettable
How I spend my free time
Professionally, I am a graphic designer (unfortunately), so my free time is spent very creatively. I'm usually making graphics, drawing, reading, or writing. I've gotten very into playing Divinity Original Sin 2 lately though.
Are you published?
Writing wise, no. But I have had my art published in my undergraduate literary magazine, and my design work has been used by music artists and for book covers :)
Extrovert or Introvert
I'm a classic extrovert I'm afraid. I need social interaction like a plant needs light.
Favorite meal
cabbage rolls with polenta and goat cheese. 10/10 everytime.
tagging; @whatsuptyler; @ghostpoetics; @serpentarii; @writinglyra; @veneritia; @ajnata; @sourrcandy; @innocentlymacabre; @moariin;
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Taste of Home
Taste of Home
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x Le Comte de Saint-Germaine
Tag: Established relationship Cooking Kisses Spicy lines Fluff
Word Count  991
Author’s Note: The song is La donna è mobile from Rigoletto written by Giuseppe Verdi.
A little something to celebrate Italy with Leonardo and his lover, in a ordinary day with a normal amount of dishes prepared from our italian chef, much to the delight of the residents, with some sweet and spicy adding, I very much hope will be of your taste like this little dish I prepared myself take a seat and enjoy the feast. 🥰
Tag list
@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @lordsisterxotome @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @atelieredux @klutzyroses @randonauticrap @thewitchofbooks @princess-pray-a @itsjudesfault
You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊
Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊
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It was a summer day at the mansion, the whole nation simmered with perfumes and sounds he never heard of more pleasant, except the ones of his native country, an heavy sigh escaped from his lips at the thought as he shifted around the table, filled to the brim with his skillful hands creations.
La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d'accento - e di pensiero.
Sempre un amabile,
Leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso, è menzognero.
The fragrant perfume of white bread still warm from the oven placed in a plate next to the baci di dama, the unmistakable aroma of gianduia melted well with the bitter scent of coffee of the tiramisu, the yellow color of the polenta stalked in contrast with the red cover of the lasagna placed next to it, on a side of the candid tablecloth stretched a feast of pasta of any kind and pizza with various filling, enough to satisfy every taste, everything rigorously handmade following the recipes he known by heart. Amidst its chaos stood the improvised cook who do not even remotely cared about any intruder immersed in the task of stirring the red tomato sauce in the pot, carefully blowing air on it before savouring its taste rolling on his tongue as he hummed in delight, his fingers from time to time threw some ingredients in one of the pan like a magician practising his magic in broad daylight, bathing everything in sight in its warm hues.
È sempre misero
Chi a lei s'affida,
Chi le confida - mal cauto il core!
Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno - non liba amore!
He let out a chuckle, laughing at the irony of singing about the love for a woman, his parents words ringed still clear in his ear. 
-Do not show us your face unless you have took a wife.-
-Ah if only they knew.
“What are you preparing today ?”
The arms of his husband wrapped around his torso, like the sun brushing away all his dark thoughts, smiling at the soft kiss he left on his neck
“Geez there are people watching us ya know ?” his low chuckle reverberated in his chest, a tone of defiance in his voice he loved so much hearing sing for him in the bed
“Who ?”
“Someone will surely come out of this frat house you create.”
a soft giggle escaped his lips as he pulled away, he leaned against the counter to face him as he spoke.
“I see you have given Sebastian the day off.”
“He deserved it that poor guy acting all up as he is our maid and butler at once.”
He dipped the spoon in the tomato sauce pot once more, bringing the point to his lips, it tasted like home, like the country he could not come back to if not as outsider or traveller, the one he still felt to belong, both italian and french at once even though he far preferred to call himself citizen of the world, inhabitant of the earth, belonging anywhere and nowhere at once, but when the light goes down and he had to find a shelter he knew exactly where to go, the same place he would have kept coming back to over and over again, the one and only he would have chosen in every universe in every timeline even after thousand years he would have still come back home to him, the only man who intrigued him, he felt to know everything and nothing of every time they talked, a mystery he would have gladly spend all eternity discovering, each side of him a precious treasure he collected in his heart.
Before he could do anything he moved to block him against the counter, a cat like smirk on his lips as he stared in his husband’s golden eyes sensual and alluring, leaning over to press a soft kiss on his nose, his gesture made him smile at his boldness, he never was good at masking his own desire, at least not like le Comte taught from a young age to conceal every emotion and so he took action cupping his face in his hands melting his own lips on his, lacing his own hands on his husband’s hips to steady him.
Their kiss was sweet and deep, intoxicating and exhilarating pervading each and every one of his sense leaving him speechless and astounded, butterflies swirling inside his heart, fluttering with all the love he felt for his husband, the sweetest of flavour invading his tongue spreading on his palate, it was the most delicious meal he had ever had in all his life and it was only the first course he though smiling to himself, for the even sweeter dessert that waited for them both in bed, late at night when all the others were asleep and the clock struck midnight signing the start of the time for lover.
Reluctantly they pulled away panting for air, lost in each other's gaze so much to not notice their butler peeking from the doorframe, sliding noiselessly away once he witnessed that forbidden view.
He kissed his forehead tenderly, revelling in the astoundment glimmering in his golden eyes 
“I love you so my ferret.” a smile so bright like the sun itself brightened his gorgeous features
“I love my cat too.” he smiled softly to him, feeling his lips leave a little kiss on his nose making him chuckle, he really did puzzled him one minute he was bold and the other shy, but he knew that despite all their bicker and banter their love was genuine, hidden deep in their hearts only for one another.
Their love confessed countless time with each moan and groan escaping their lips, with every kiss sealing their soul together and that night would have been not exception, basking in the soft alluring gleaming in his eyes at his heartfelt words murmured tenderly on his skin as they laid on their sides looking at one another with only the aster as guardian of their love, because it did not matter how much times they kissed or made love or how many refined dishes they tasted, he always had and always would have been his favourite flavour of them all, because to him his husband tasted like home.
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Get to know me
Tagged by @rosieofcorona thankyou you are amazing and I'm thankful to be harrassed by you :)
I'm terrible at this so i'll tagg some new mutuals because i'm nosey like that :))))) (No pressure ofcourse!💕) @wolfmilk-and-polenta @darethshirl @dreadfutures @colorandvigor
last song: Cattails, Big Thief
currently watching: Like 3 shows at the same time, Avatar the last airbender, The Witcher and queer eye <3
three ships: It all started once upon a time with Klaroline (Klaus x Caroline from the Vampire Diaries) when I was a wee tumblr babe. Nex was Bellark I think? (Bellamy x Clarke from the 100) and most recently Solavellan (Dragon Age). But honestly that last one hit me the hardest LOL.
favorite color: Ohhhh so many, right now i'm really into warm earth colors like Sienna and Gold ocre.
currently consuming: Dragon Age. Please release me from your grasp I am being consumed.
first ship: Oh boy, probably something weird like the hot nerd woman x Johnny test? Or like some disney movie? IDK my brain doesn't have memmory far enough back.
place of birth: Breda
current location: Somewhere in the Netherlands
relationship status: In a comitted relationship with my love
last movie: Not sure, I think it was Oppenheimer?
currently working on: Many many thing's, doing some home renovations, working on the preparations for an artist in residence for two weeks in April, tattoo clients, multiple drawing and painting projects. Idk I'm a busy girl
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thekristen999 · 9 months
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Inspiration Saturday.
Thank you to @spotsandsocks​ for tagging me.
I’m slowly making progress on the mafia AU :) The steady turtle wins the race!
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Wandering over to where Eddie was standing, Buck whispered in his ear. "It would be taken as an insult if you don’t sit and join us."
Eddie glanced at where Bobby was still humming around the kitchen. Buck knew the mental gymnastics one went through when comparing Bobby in person to the rumors about him, but then again, most rumors held a kernel of truth.
That’s what made them so believable. And dangerous.
Taking the seat next to Buck, Eddie waited until Bobby brought out a giant crystal bowl of greens, smiling in anticipation."This looks great, I love Caesar salad."
Chim froze and Buck grimaced. Bobby looked like he might bop Eddie over the head with one of his tongs. "Mr. Diaz, you get salad from a salad bar. This is an arrangement of sun-dried tomatoes and crunchy pine nuts atop lightly charred romaine, drizzled with a Dijon-garlic mixture and fried polenta croutons."
Buck took advantage of Eddie’s distraction and poured him a glass of wine when he wasn’t looking. After almost unintentionally insulting Bobby’s food, Eddie was going to have to be on his best behavior.
Picking up the glass, Eddie cast a quick, but sharp look of annoyance at Buck before sipping it.
Bobby waited in anticipation, Eddie hmmming in appreciation under his breath.
"A great vintage, wasn’t it?" Bobby inquired.
Eddie plastered the fakest smile Buck had ever seen on him. "Sure was."
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Tagging for Saturday or Sunday!  @mellaithwen​ @renecdote​ @homerforsure​ @shortsighted-owl​ @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy​ @fleurdebeton​ @andavs​ @megsvstheworld​ @alyxmastershipper​ @the-likesofus​ and anyone else who wants to play.
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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 12
I'm sorry this took me so long, life has been crazy and I haven't had the brain space for this. Please remember to comment, it really helps me.
Series Masterlist
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Contains: This is still a slow burn, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of past domestic violence, protective Billy.
4.0K words
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“The real world is where the monsters are.”― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief.
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Hazel flattened her skirt again and nervously chewed her lower lip. The man at the front desk smiled when he saw her and stood up."Hello Ma'am, I'm Gunner, I'm assuming your Hazel?"
She nodded, "I am, you're here late, I thought you guys finished at five thirty?"
He shook his head. "We have people here at night, I'm usually somewhere else but Billy wanted me to wait here to take you to his loft."
She smiled. "That was nice of him, are you too friends?"
"Yes Ma'am." He stood up and gestured toward a set of doors, "When you're done for the night, Billy will buzz me and I'll take you back to your car."
She shook her head as she followed him through the courtyard. "Thank you Gunner but I'm sure I can find my own way back."
He sighed. "Alright, Billy just wants you to be safe."
She smiled. "I know, thank you for getting me here, and please, call me Hazel."
He swiped his card on the elevator and smiled. "Sure Hazel, this will take you right up to Billy's loft. I'll be back to take you to your car when you're ready to go home."
She chuckled. "I see there's no dissuading you. Next time I come, I'll bring you some cookies to say thank you."
"I'd love that Hazel." He walked away and the elevator doors closed. After a short trip, the doors reopened, and Billy's loft greeted Hazel with all its black furniture and exposed concrete walls.
He was in the kitchen fussing over a pot, his suit swapped for henley, a simple pair of jeans and a t-towel thrown over his shoulder. He looked up from the stove with a smile and walked over with his arms open. Hazel wrapped her arms around his body and relaxed his embrace as Billy's warmth surrounded her.
He was so happy to see her. "Did you get up here alright?"
She nodded. "I did, Gunner was a big help."
They parted and She took a deep breath. "Whatever you're cooking smells amazing."
He smiled. "Roast duck breast with polenta and Morell mushrooms and a garden salad, dessert is a surprise. I wanted to go all out like you did but I didn't want to do too much and screw it up."
She grinned. "What are you talking about, that sounds amazing. Do you need any help?"
He shook his head and walked her to the kitchen counter. "It will be done in half an hour. I would have had a drink ready for you but you're early."
He pulled out a chair, and she sat down with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, I wanted to be punctual but I went a bit too far."
"It doesn't worry me." He headed to the fridge and pulled out a judge, "Since I know how much you like strawberries I thought we could continue with our fresh juice trend?"
She nodded, "Yes please." He poured the pink liquid into a glass and placed it in from of her, "How's work been?"
"Since I saw you two days ago and talked to you yesterday? Work's been great. Thank you for sending over that modified questionnaire, you didn't have to do it so soon." He figured she did it to keep herself busy, and judging by how tired she looked, she still wasn't getting much sleep.
She shook her head, "It's alright. Was it helpful?"
Billy nodded and returned to the stove, "Hell yeah, we're going to hand them out on Monday. What about you, anything crazy happen yesterday?"
"No, it was an easy day on the ward. I got some good news, though," He raised his eyebrows, "I'm doing so well in the triage course that they think I'll be done a month sooner."
"That's amazing Hazel. I looked into that course, it's very hard to get into." He knew she was far smarter than she led on, he just wondered why she was so reserved about it.
She was grateful he was looking elsewhere because she was sure the shyness would be all over her face. "I just study hard, there's no great skill about it."
He huffed, "You should be proud of yourself, studying hard or not, they don't accept many people."
There was a pause before she responded. "I'll be happy when it's done and I can help more people." He felt a tang in his heart at her tone, he knew it well, she didn't think she was good enough.
He turned enough to meet her eye, "Well I'm proud of you." She smiled at him and he turned back to the pot and with a few more stirs, it was done. "Dinner will be ready in a minute if you want to wash your hands."
She was up and heading towards the sink. "Do you need help setting the table?"
He shook his head, "Nope, take your drink and get comfortable, I'll be there with the food in before you know it." Sure enough, the moment she was settled, he came over with two plates in his hand. He placed one in front of her before sitting in front of his own. "Please, dig in."
The duck skin cracked like glass and the meat cut like butter. She was barely able to hold back the moan as she took a bite, the buttery polenta and the earthy mushrooms complementing the duck perfectly. "This is so good."
He smiled. "Thank you, it's not as good as yours though."
She shook her head. "No, this is great. You're a very good cook, I can't wait to see what you made for…"
BANG
She jumped out of her skin while he barely flinched. "What was that?"
He could see the panic on her face. "It was just a car backfiring, it happens all the time here."
She placed a hand on her chest to slow her racing heart. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overreact."
He reached out and grabbed her hand. "You didn't, don't worry."
She sighed. "I'm sorry, I feel like I've ruined the night."
He ran his thumb over the back of her hand and shook his head. "No, you didn't. I don't blame you for being on edge, you have nothing to be sorry for."
"Thank you." She took a deep breath, "Good work on the salad, by the way, it's lovely."
He smiled. "Good, I think if I failed at a salad, I should never be allowed in the kitchen again."
She chuckled. "I would have to agree with you on that one."
He looked over her face, underneath the weight of her worry, there was such affection in her eyes. "I made an apple pie for dessert, I know I said it was a surprise but I can't wait."
Hazel smiled. "I love apple pie."
The night rushed by and he found himself using all his self control not to ask her to stay a little while longer. It's not like she had to take the subway, he could drive her home but she would have insisted and he didn't want her taking the subway late at night.
She leaned against the wall next to the elevator with a slice of pie in a box. "Thank you so much for tonight, it's been so long since someone other than Lizzy has cooked for me."
He smiled, "You're a delight to cook for, I've never had someone complement my food so much."
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Hazel was surprised at how ready she was as the IT man set up the courtroom feed. Tammy, the head of her department, stood there with a soft smile on her face and placed her hand on Hazel's shoulder. "If you want to go home after this you can, we all understand."
Lizzy nodded. "I'll take you too, we can eat some ice cream and binge watch animal planet."
Hazel shook her head. "No, this man isn't going to take another second away from me. I can do this."
Tammy smiled. "Yes, you can."
Billy, Frank, Karen and Curt arrived soon after in their best attire, Billy didn't even have a hair out of place.
Tammy shot Hazel one last smile. "I'm over in the next room. We're here for you no matter what happens."
She smiled. "Thank you." She sat at the table with everyone next to her and waited for the feed to light up, her heart rate rising with every passing second. Billy's hand landed on hers and rubbed soothingly when her legs started to bob and before she knew it, the courtroom was filling the screen.
She took a deep breath as the board read the proceedings and then it was Hazel's turn to talk. "Theodore Parker once said 'The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.' I stopped believing that a long time ago. Mr Cambell should have been gone to prison than a lot longer than he got but seven to nine and I tried to put him out of my mind, I hoped that he would be a different person when he came out."
She took another deep breath and stilled her shaking hands. "He has not been in prison long enough to change and we all know he hasn't done any programs. We all know why he's coming up for parole, he's turned on someone. I just wished someone stopped to ask me what I wanted, and if the man who tried to kill me should even be given the chance to get out so early."
Billy could hear the rage coming from her voice. "I'm asking you to make the right choice and say no today, I'm asking you to acknowledge that something horrible was done to me and that I deserve justice."
Resolve came over her face as she met eyes with each member. "Please don't let his one self serving deed undo him trying to kill me. Thank you for your time."
She muted the mic and sat back down, and Billy's hand returned to hers. "You did really well."
She shook her head. "You saw the looks on their faces, he's giving them a big fish, they're not going to listen to me."
Karen cast a glance at Frank who nodded. "I have an idea if you're up for it?" She nodded. "There's no way they can legally let him out, I asked Mat. He turned state's evidence to the point to negate such a serious charge he should end up in witsec. If he gets out, do you want me to do some digging? The Bulletin would love a story about something like this."
"Yes, I would. If he gets out, people need to know so he doesn't get away with it." She couldn't think of anything better, being marked as a rat would ruin his life more than any conviction.
"Done." She was comforted by Karen's surety, somehow she knew that Karen would get the real story out there.
The feed lit up soon after and everyone turned their attention back to the screen. "Miss Moreau, we will be deliberating for quite a while. You should go back to work."
She sighed. "Thank you."
The feed went black and she took a deep breath. "I'm going back to work. There's is no point in worrying about what might or might not happen and the ER needs me."
She expected pushback from at least one person but she never got it, and Billy stood up with a smile. "Do you and Lizzy wanna come over and watch the fight with us tonight?"
Lizzy smiled. "Curt already invited me, I said yes."
Hazel smiled. "I would love to come."
Frank grinned. "That settles it then. We'll see you ladies tonight."
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Hazel felt a weight lift off her chest as she got into Billy's car at the end of her day. "He's not out yet, you don't need to fuss."
He shook his head. "I'm not fussing. You've had a long day, you shouldn't have to take the subway."
She sighed and relaxed into the seat, "Thank you."
He noticed how she chewed on her lip as the ride went on. "Has someone called yet?"
She shook her head. "No, I would have told every…" Right on time, her phone rang. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or call as it were."
She put the phone on speaker without thinking and she knew by the DA's sigh what his next words were going to be. "I'm sorry Hazel, he's out. He's not allowed out of his state and he has to wear an electronic bracelet so he won't be coming into New York."
"Why?" She didn't mean to sound so upset.
"He turned on someone." There was a pause and the DA took a breath, "He turned on the AB, the danger he was in and how much he gave was the reason they let him out."
Billy huffed. "The fucking Aryan Brotherhood, just when I thought he couldn't get any worse. We'll all know he wouldn't have info if he wasn't up their asses in the first place."
"You must be Willam." The DA sighed, "I can assure both of you that Mr Cambell will not cause you any trouble and if he does, he will go back inside for breaking a restraining order that was filed on your behalf when he was paroled. If he contacts you in any way, please let us know."
She nodded. "Sure, thanks anyway." She hung up without letting him get in another word.
"You good?" He knew she wasn't but it didn't hurt to ask, he wasn't going to push her.
She shook her head. "I'm upset but if he cuts that bracelet off, I'll have enough warning to do what I need to do.
He smiled softly. "You're really brave, you know that?"
She shrugged, "I don't feel brave right now."
He could hear the shake in her voice. "That makes you even braver." He took one hand off the wheel and linked his fingers with hers, "I'll stay with you until you're ready to come to my place. I want to feed Barry again anyway."
She nodded. "That would be nice, thank you."
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Billy smiled as Barry munched in the clams. "They're making my tank now, I can't wait until I can put all the plants in. I've had a lot of fun sketching the layout."
Hazel shook her head. "I can't believe you're a fish person."
He tilted his head. "Really, what kind of person do you think I am."
"Cats, I feel like you and a cat would get along great." She paused like she was shaking off more emotions. "I love cats, but I can't fit one in here. I figure I'll get one when I finally get a home of my own."
"You know, I think you might be right." He huffed to himself, "I'm gonna do some research."
"I knew it." She sighed. "Just let me hop in the shower and change into something that I can lounge around in a. and then we'll go. I've got some snacks in the freezer, should I bring them?"
He nodded. "Hell yeah, we always get pizza but I'm not turning down free food, especially if it's yours."
"Ok." She took a deep breath. "Tell me everything is going to be ok."
He closed the gap between them and grabbed her hand. "Everything is going to be fine, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
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"These pre shows are so full of bullshit, why do they need to puff their chests out so much."
Hazel sighed. "Because Lizzy, they need to hype up the crowd. It's why they're so mean to each other during press too."
Billy chuckled. "We're about to get a contact with a fighter, you might even see us at the next game."
Lizzy glared at him. "So we're not invited?"
"Don't listen to him, Billy's just being an ass." Frank said it with all the affection in the world.
Billy huffed. "Of course you guys are invited if they give us tickets."
Hazel stretched out and her thigh ended up getting inadvertently pushed against Billy's but he made no room to move away. Curt glanced over briefly from his shared loveseat with Lizzy but didn't say anything, rather, he nodded towards Frank, who slung his arm over Karen's shoulder to pull her close.
It seemed Billy and Hazel enjoyed the contact because Billy mirrored Frank's action and threw his arm over the back of the couch. "Who do you think will win tonight?"
Hazel shrugged. "Montana. Baker is too slow for his hands and he's ground and pound is shit."
"Yeah Bill, I got to agree, Baker isn't going to get far." Hazel appreciated Frank's support.
Billy grumbled. "Montana is a heel, but yeah, he's going to win."
The TV started to flash and the lights in Billy's loft went from dimmed to totally off. "Wow, and I thought to TV coming out of the wall was cool."
Lizzy chuckled. "You are so easy to impress Hazelnut."
"Am not." She took a piece of popcorn and lobbed it at Lizzy's head. "It is cool."
Lizzy shook her head. "Real mature, throwing food in someone else's home."
Billy smiled. "Nah, plenty of popcorn gets thrown around here, you should see Frank when he watches baseball."
Curt huffed. "Can you all shut up. It's starting."
Hazel pressed her lips together to stop herself from smiling. "Sorry Curt."
Everyone turned their attention back to the TV as the fighters came out and after their introductions and the ref shouting the rules, the flight started. It wasn't over as quick as everyone thought it would be and as it went on, Hazel drew closer to Billy until they were cuddling while fists hit faces.
Hazel tapped Billy's chest excitedly as the fight neared its third round. "Wow, it looks like Baker might win."
Billy fought the urge to peck her temple. "I think you might be right."
Sure enough, just as the fight entered its third round, Baker scored a knockout and the crowd went wild. "Good for him, you can tell he worked hard to get there."
Billy always admired how Hazel always acknowledged someone's hard work. "We'll see who he fights next, after this it's anyone's guess."
Frank sighed a slapped his legs. "Well ladies and gents, it's pretty late so Karen and I are going to head home."
Lizzy rolled her shoulders with a groan, "I should do the same." She turned to Curt. "You wanna come with and stay the night?"
Curt smiled. "You bet I do."
An awkward silence filled the space as everyone started to get ready to go and Billy took a deep breath before addressing Hazel. "Maybe you should stay the night, with everything that happened today and all. I have a guest room."
"Yeah, alright." Billy was shocked she didn't give him more pushback. "It will be good to know someone is just around the corner."
He smiled. "I'll show you where you gotta go."
No one said anything as everyone said their goodbyes but Lizzy made sure to thank Billy for his kindness as he wished her well at the door.
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Hazel settled into bed wearing one of Billy's old PT shirts that he had so kindly lent to her. She looked around the guest room, it was almost as big as her whole apartment and it wasn't lost on her how much safer she felt as she rested back on the pillows. 
Knock knock
"Come in."
He popped his head through the door and walked a few steps into the room. "I'm right next door so wake me up if you need anything." 
She nodded. "Thank you Billy." 
"You think you'll be able to get any sleep?" He knew the answer already. 
She sighed. "I'm not sure but this mattress is very comfortable so we'll see."
His fingers itched to get closer. "I hope you get some rest but like I said, if you can't I'm right next door." 
She smiled. "Thanks Billy. Goodnight, sleep well." 
"Goodnight Hazel." 
****
It was strange, Hazel was wide awake but all she wanted to do was fall into the sleep that was scratching at her brain. There was no dripping tap, no fights outside her window, just a soft, soothing sound of the wind rustling the trees in the courtyard outside her window.
There was no light coming from under her door, no matter how hard she strained her eyes, she couldn't see anything which didn't help because she had no reason to go and see if Billy was still awake so she could have company in her insomnia.
She flipped over again and huffed, she didn't know how she could be so tired and so awake at the same time, and then she heard it, a soft whimper coming under her door. She listened and it came again and before she could stop herself, she was out of bed and rushing towards Billy's room.
She pushed open the door softly and peered in as the nightlight in the hall flicked on and drifted into Billy's room. He was fast asleep but his face was fixed into a grimace.
Hazel waited there watching him, unsure if she should wake him but he let out something that sounded more like a scream and she made her choice. She walked over to him, sat at the end of the bed and placed a hand on his calf before saying his name softly until his eyes shot open and his chest heaved.
"Billy, you're alright, you were having a nightmare." His eyes locked on her and he relaxed. "You're ok."
"Thank you. I'm sorry if I woke you." He sounded so regretful.
She shook her head, "No, I couldn't sleep anyway."
"Shit, I'm sorry. You wanna come and sit with me for a bit?" He knew he shouldn't be asking but he couldn't help himself.
"Alright, I think we could both use it." She climbed into bed next to him and pulled the covers over her legs, "What were you dreaming about?"
He swallowed. "Getting hurt. It wasn't a bomb this time. I swear sometimes the dreams are worse than the real thing."
She reached out and placed her hand on top of his. "You wanna tell me more about it?"
He blinked and stared into space for a moment before responding. "I can't remember it. It was there one minute and now it's gone." He sighed, "Dr C said that was normal."
She nodded, "Yeah, it is."
"My face hurts." He hadn't meant to say it but she responded anyway and he felt her hand brush the scar on his cheek.
"It's just phantom pain." The warmth of her hand chased away the strings of agony and he felt his eyes grow heavy.
"Thank you." His tired brain couldn't fight the urge to nuzzle into her palm and she smiled as the tension left his body.
She took a deep breath as a wave of exhaustion hit her. "We're both really tired, how about I spend the rest of the night here?"
He forced his eyes open and looked over her face in the barely there light from the hallway, there was no hesitation on her face. "Ok."
He got up and closed the door before hopping back in bed and fluffing the pillow behind her. "Thank you."
He smiled. "It's alright. Are you sure about this?"
She nodded. "Positive. The way I see it, we're friends and we're close, this doesn't have to mean anything more than that unless we want it to."
"Yeah, yeah I think that sounds about right." She went down first, lying on her side facing him as he did the same. "Is this alright?"
She reached out and took his hand. "This is great. Goodnight, again."
He chuckled softly as sleep came over him. "Goodnight again Hazel."
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note-a-bear · 5 months
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ok but i actually do wanna know what you have to say about foodways and “european culture” and colonialism so…please say more??
First things first: every Spaniard and Italian owes endless reparations for how heavily they rely on tomatoes for various national dishes.
Italians owe extra reparations for the way they've claimed the tomato as *their* vegetable.
Like, not only are these (tomatoes and potatoes) specifically only in Europe because of colonization, but their history as part of indigenous food culture has been all but obliterated in public consciousness.
I wrote this out in tags on another post, but I recently had a friend's kid say that fish and grits seemed like it should be British (the obvious association being fish and chips--incidentally, you don't have fish and chips without the colonial absorption of potatoes as a critical foodstock and mass effort to promote and expand the cultivation throughout Europe). I immediately was like, 'whoa, this is super American.'
Not like, for jingoistic or nationalist purposes but because on so many levels we ignore the indigenous roots of common foods. Much like potatoes and tomatoes, corn (whether as a milled starch in the form of meal, corn starch, polenta, or grits) has become integral to a lot of traditional European cuisine.
What is upsetting about it all is that the peoples who spent generations encouraging corn to go from a couple of funky kernels on a weird wheat stalk, who cultivated thousands of distinct varieties of potatoes made for near every purpose you can imagine, and bred the wealth of tomatoes from which we can pick out one perfectly suited to just about any type of snacking get hardly any credit.
In most food histories or chef profiles you get these farm-to-table moments that describe some kinship with produce and reverence for land and blah blah blah. But OFTEN when it's a white chef they talk as if these ingredients just came from nothing. As if it's their birthright. And sure, everyone has a relationship to food. Being fed and sustained *is* our birthright.
But it's also taken, right? It's also something that only exists (in European imagination) for ~600 years. Which sounds like a lot. But it's a fraction of the thousands of years of relation between the peoples of the Americas and the foods we now rely on.
This is kind of rambling and disconnected, and I'm using vv broad language because I'm feeling lazy about pulling out references. But I suggest listening to any of the whetstone media podcasts about foodways and agricultural histories. They're really good/useful, succinct jumping off points for a variety of different facets of food history.
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marythegizka · 1 month
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Mass Effect Trilogy Tag
Was tagged by @illusivesoul
Thank you! 😊
Tagging (if you feel like it, of course): @mxanigel, @lady-carys, @wolfmilk-and-polenta
Answers under the cut! (Quite a bit of rambling there, I'm afraid...)
I have been a fan since:
Favourite game of the series?:
MShep or FShep?:
Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:
Biotics or Tech:
Paragon or Renegade:
Favourite Class:
Favourite Companion:
Least favourite Companion:
My squad selection:
Favourite In-game romance:
Other pairings I like:
Favourite NPC:
Favourite Antagonist:
Favourite Mission:
Favourite Loyalty Mission:
Favourite DLC:
Control, Synthesis or Destroy:
Favourite Weapon:
Favourite Place:
A quote I like:
I have been a fan since: 2021. I had been meaning to try the first game since 2017. I played for one evening, then life happened and I forgot about it. Fast forward to the 2021, when having less work and no longer having a commute made me go 'well, why not use this time to mitigate my existential dread and deaden my emotions with... oh. Okay. Nevermind that'. And then I sank... I don't know, a little under 200 hours into it? Yeah.
Favourite game of the series?: ME2. I think I like the stakes and storytelling of ME3 better (also, I think it was the first game to ever make me cry? Several times?), but ME2 is very character-focused and I just live for that.
MShep or FShep?: Well, I usually play as female characters (the one recent exception I can think of being a M!Cousland because that was the only way marry Anora. I have no regrets.) so I'm not really in a position to compare.
Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Earthborn on my Paragon playthrough, colonist on the Renegon one. (I also started a spacer one but did not finish it).
Biotics or Tech: Both, but for different reasons. I like the visuals of biotics (yes, I really am that shallow), and having an enemy NPC floating helplessly in the air while you take aim is really, really convenient. That said, the 'overload' ability is extremely helpful, and I really like Tali's little drone, so tech is pretty cool too. I just usually make sure I have both in the squad (except for specific missions like the moon base in ME1).
Paragon or Renegade: Hmm, so... I'm going to say Renegon, because Renegade is very entertaining at times, and absolutely awful at other times (particularly in ME3). But my first Shepard was a bleeding heart Paragon. She was just so nice.
Favourite Class: Anything that lets me experience the story without dying too many times (and I play on casual so that's really all of them). That said, I find myself rather partial to the Vanguard's charge ability. It's not necessarily the *most* useful, but it's just too satisfying not to use.
Favourite Companion: Hmm. Well, I love EDI's dry humour and the fact that she becomes more human over time, so I'll just go with EDI...But honestly, it is a tough choice, especially when old grump Javik is right there, and Tali melts my heart, and Liara's arc is so good, and Wrex is too funny but also pretty tragic, and... see what I mean?
Least favourite Companion: Jacob. The thing with Jacob is, I don't even dislike him, I just think his writing is... how do I put it? Not bad, per se, but it doesn't quite pull me me in. He's pretty much the only companion who remained 'a coworker' on all my playthroughs. Other were either 'best pals' (Tali, Garrus, Wrex), great romances (Liara, Garrus, Thane), or downright antagonistic at times but in a way that felt natural and brought something to the story (Miranda and Jack come to mind).
My squad selection: I don't have a fixed one.
Favourite In-game romance: Garrus
Other pairings I like: Miranda/Jack, Javik/Liara, Tali/Garrus, Nyreen/Aria
Favourite NPC: Matriarch Aethyta
Favourite Antagonist: Saren
Favourite Mission: Virmire
Favourite Loyalty Mission: Tali/'Treason'
Favourite DLC: I haven't played them all (I haven't bought the Legendary Edition so they were separate purchases. This means I have never recruited Kasumi or played Lair of the Shadow Broker, any knowledge I have of them comes from the fandom + a couple of videos), but I really enjoyed the Omega DLC.
Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Oh man... I mean... I feel like Control comes with fewer moral downsides in the short term? Organics remain organics, so no consent issues there, and the Geth and EDI get to survive... the only real downside is that Shepard is gone. But in the long term? Who's to say they're not the new big bad? It's the one I went with on my 'Renegade' playthrough and her monologue was pretty chilling. Also, there's a degree of sadness in her being 'still there but gone'. What does the grieving process look like for Liara (or whoever else was romanced)? For Shepard themself? Isn't it lonely up there? I don't know, there are just so many questions. That said I went with 'Destroy' (and high EMS) on my first run because I looked up a wiki as I played and I wanted Shepard to survive. Let her and Garrus adopt baby Krogans.
Favourite Weapon: Ermm. I'm not good with names (or details in general for that matter 😂) but that big Prothean rifle you find in ME2? Yeah. That one.
Favourite Place: Ilium. Again, I am shallow. Though I initially mistyped that as Ilos (again, I am bad with names) and you know what? I love Ilos too, but more for the feels than its aesthetic. Also Liara's reactions. And the music when you get to Vigil.
A quote I like: "You did good, child. You did good. I'm proud of you." Man, the delivery got me right in the feels.
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lemonhemlock · 6 months
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thank you @blackcat419 for tagging me 💛💙
this is really similar to the last one i just did so some answers are going to be repeats
Top 3 ships: jaime x cersei, cesare x lucrezia, macbeth x lady macbeth
First ship: harry x hermione i think? i don't really remember
Last song: Third eye - Florence and the Machine
Last movie: Hereditary
Currently reading: i am so tempted to start on The Secret History finally!!
Currently eating: nothing right now but i had pastries and finger cakes and stuffed cabbage rolls with polenta today
Currently craving: a thimble of whiskey tbh
tagging @esther-dot @ichooseviolence @aifsaath @julyzaa 💛
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maor-koren · 10 months
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RWBY illusions (taken from RWBY wiki) - Team RWBY & Penny
Ruby Rose - Little Red Riding Hood (Little Red Riding Hood)
Ruby wears a red, hooded cape, much like Little Red Riding Hood.
The "Red" Trailer, which introduces Ruby, features her walking through a forest and being attacked by a pack of Beowolves, which are wolf-like Grimm. Little Red Riding Hood traveled through a forest, followed by a wolf, which later ate her grandmother and attacked her.
Roman Torchwick's nickname for her is "Red".
During "Heroes and Monsters", Roman call her "Little Red".
She is referred to as "Little Red" again by Cinder Fall during "The Coming Storm".
Weiss Schnee - Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves)
The literal translation of Weiss' name, from German to English, is "White Snow".
The song Mirror Mirror heavily references the evil queen's use of a magic mirror, with the lyrics "Mirror, tell me who's the loneliest of all" referencing the queen's line "Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" This song first plays in the "White" Trailer, which serves as Weiss' introduction.
The pendant on the necklace Weiss wears with her original battle outfit is an apple, referencing the poisoned apple that Snow White takes a bite of.
Advertisements for Schnee Dust Company merchandise bear the slogan "The finest of them all", referencing the evil queen's phrase "who's the fairest of them all".
Blake Belladonna - Belle and The Beast (Beauty and the Beast)
Blake loves to read, much like Disney's version of Belle.
In the episode "The Shining Beacon, Pt.2", Blake is seen to own a candelabra, which references Lumière, the living candelabra from the Disney adaptation. According to Miles Luna, this was part of an attempt to surround her with lots of "Belle-related items".
Red Like Roses has the lyric "Black the Beast descends from shadows”.
Like The Beast, Blake has animal traits and is ostracized for them
Gambol Shroud's asymmetrical dual wield form is inspired by her duality of being both Belle and The Beast.
In BlazBlue: Cross Tag Battle, Blake's two Distortion attacks are called Untouchable Beauty and Ferocious Beast.
Yang Xiao Long - Goldilocks (Goldilocks and the Three Bears)
The "Yellow" Trailer, which serves as an introduction for Yang, takes place in Hei "Junior" Xiong's nightclub. During the course of the trailer, she knocks out a DJ who is wearing a bear mask and fights Junior. The literal translation for Junior's name, from Chinese to English, is Black Bear. That, added with his nickname, Junior, makes him the "baby bear" to her Goldilocks.
Yang's first fight in the series proper is against a pair of Ursai, bear-like Grimm, in the episode "The Emerald Forest". This again is another allusion to the three bears in the story of Goldilocks.
Yang places great value on her long, thick, golden-blonde locks of hair.
Her Volume 4 "DGAS" outfit has a patch on the left leg of her pants depicting three Ursa masks, thus referencing the three bears.
In "Welcome to Haven", there is a fuel station called "Just Rite". In the fairy tale, Goldilocks tries the bowls of porridge, chairs and beds successively, each time finding the third "just right". In the same episode, the Shady Man and Yang herself describe her body as being "not too bulky, not too lean" but "just right".
Later during RWBY Volume 5:Yang Character Short, Yang was again seen battling another Ursa Grimm.
Penny Polendina - Pinocchio (The Adventures of Pinocchio)
The name "Penny" is similar to "Pinocchio". Her last name, Polendina, comes from the derogatory nickname that Pinocchio's creator, Geppetto, was given, due to his yellow wig bearing resemblance to polenta in the original story.
She is a sentient robot. Pinocchio is a sentient wooden puppet.
In "A Minor Hiccup", Penny says "I'm not a real girl." This statement is similar to Pinocchio's statements of wanting to be "a real boy".
In the same episode, Penny hiccups whenever she tells a lie, just as Pinocchio's nose would grow in length whenever he told a lie.
She manipulates her swords through the use of very thin wires, similar to how a puppet is controlled with thin strings.
Penny receiving the power of the Winter Maiden from Fria is an allusion to her finally becoming a real girl due to the power only being able to bond with Aura, similar to Pinocchio becoming a real boy upon receiving the Blue Fairy's blue magic.
Multiple instances throughout Volumes 7 & 8, Penny is referred to as a "toy" or "magical puppet".
Ambrosius making Penny a human body is another reference to Pinocchio becoming a real boy.
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bikepackingbalkan · 8 months
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Tag 12 - Autobahnbrückenpause
Der Tag beginnt für uns fast wie ein Hotelurlaub, denn wir sind zum Frühstück eingeladen. Yoa verdrückt ein paar Freudentränen als er das große Nutellaglas auf dem Tisch erspäht. Eine schöne Abwechslung zum eher funktionalen Haferflockenfrühstück. Die Gespräche am Tisch sind interessant. Es geht um das serbische Schulsystem, das Leben in den serbischen Dörfern und der Vergleich mit dem Leben in der Schweiz. Auch wir berichten ein wenig von Deutschland. Dann heißt es Abschied nehmen. Wir bedanken uns bei der tollen Familie, die uns so herzlich aufgenommen hat und rollen zurück auf die Straße - ausgeruht, erfüllt und mit einem Eistee und einer Pizza im Gepäck. Es geht sogar die ersten Kilometer bergab. Welch eine Harmonie!
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Die Kilometer purzeln schneller als gestern. Leider lassen wir die Hügellandschaft nach kurzer Zeit hinter uns und radeln bald über mittelgroße Straßen von Städtchen zu Städtchen. Zwar bedeutet das für uns etwas mehr Verkehr, wir genießen aber auf der anderen Seite den Unterhaltungswert, den die Städte so bieten und begutachten die Menschen und Läden, die rechts und links stehen.
Vor der Mittagspause gibt es noch einmal Höhenmeter. Die Sonne scheint auf uns herab, aber wir finden unseren Rhythmus und lassen uns von der herabstürzenden UV-Strahlung nicht beeindrucken. Mittagspause machen wir dann unter einer Autobahnbrücke. Es gibt sicher schönere Orte, aber irgendwie richten wir es uns ein und einen gewissen Flair im Sinne des Lebens an der Straße hat es schon. Wir essen Hummus, der nicht nach Hummus schmeckt und die Restpizza von gestern. Plötzlich steht ein gigantischer Mähdrescher vor unserem Pausenplatz. Wir sind sichtlich überrascht, räumen aber schnell alles an seinen Platz, sodass der Elefant durch kann. Der Serbe ist trotz der Wartezeit gut gelaunt und winkt uns zu.
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Beim Wasser holen werden wir wieder auf einen Kaffee eingeladen. Auch diese Begegnung ist schön und irgendwie unterhaltsam, weil wir uns mit einer Mischung aus Serbisch, Englisch, Deutsch, Italienisch und Zeichensprache versuchen zu verständigen. "We travel with un tenta", sagt Mieke und zeigt auf das Zelt. Klingt falsch, ist falsch, wird aber verstanden.
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Mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht düsen wir weiter, direkt in Richtung Unterkunft. Wir halten wieder bei einer Familie, die uns herzlich empfängt. Wir kochen Polenta und Grießbrei. Das verdichtet den Magen ganz schön. Bei so einer Tour geht aber grundsätzlich mehr rein, als man denkt.
Wir sind froh, wie gut die Tour bisher läuft. Ab jetzt werden sich die Höhenmeter etwas häufen, aber wir hatten ja eine ausgiebige Aufwärmphase.
Tageserkenntnisse:
1. Mieke ist Profi im Sonnencreme dosieren.
2. Anstehende Höhenmeter werfen ihren Schatten voraus.
3. Auch Brücken können entzücken.
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likeyua · 1 year
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Tag some people you want to get to know better. Tagged by @dujour13, thank you!! 🥰
Three ships: Akachi/Red Woman (Neverwinter Nights 2: Mask of the Betrayer), Atton Rand/Jedi Exile (Knights of the Old Republic 2: the Sith Lords), Silco/Vander (Arcane)
First ship ever: Alistair/Warden from Dragon Age Origins (now my favourite DAO ship is Zevran/Warden, though)
Last song: It Has To Be This Way - Jimmy Gnecco (from Metal Gear Rising Revengeance OST)
Last movie: Treasure Planet (which is also my favourite movie ever)
Currently watching: Murdoch Mysteries. These days in the evening I also watch the Sanremo music festival.
Currently reading: I'm still reading The Lord of the Rings (Yesterday I have started reading the Return of the King part)
Currently consuming: I ate frico with white polenta for lunch. It is a typical dish from my region, a sort of frittata made with Montasio cheese, potatoes and onions (this time time I also added Sauris speck to the recipe)
Currently craving: something to reduce my anxiety, considering that I have an exam next week
Tagging (no pressure): @secretsfromwholecloth, @l10ng1rl, @ibethalantyr, @vanilkaplays, @h9rd-t6-miss, @blinkdoge, @someonewithashtick, @the-great-elwisty, @silver-horse, @slowlymychaos. If you weren’t tagged yet and see it and want to do it, please feel tagged ❤️✨
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mccrangela · 2 months
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People I Want to Know Better Tag Meme
Thanks to my love @blondeforyou for tagging me!
last song I listened to
History of Man by Maisie Peters-that bridge is SO catchy and also very devastating!
favorite color
I dont know if I have one! I like wearing black clothes mostly, but I also love pink.
currently watching
I need to get Hulu to watch The Bear but rn nothing!
last movie
Finished watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier for the first time in 10-ish years yesterday and loved it. That's one gay flick.
sweet/spicy/savory
Sweet! I'm a sweet girl 24/7
relationship status
Single and waiting to find someone the old fashioned way (we are enemies then friends then lovers)
current obsessions
Smosh (obvi), making little miniature things, learning Front Bottoms songs on guitar, and the Lizzie McGuire reboot that never happened
last thing you googled
It was a quote from Captain America: Civil War by Bucky where he says "Your mom's name is Sarah you wore newspaper in your shoes" but I couldn't remember if he said it in an after credits scene in Winter Soldier, or in another movie.
selfie or another pic you took
Okay fun fact yesterday I was making polenta and my whisk EXPLODED! Ignore my messy stove....there was a whisk explosion.
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I'm terrible at tagging other people in things bc I don't have a lot of tumblr mutuals per se, so if you're on Smoshblr and want to do this trend, please do!
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messrsage · 11 months
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Get To Know Me Tag
thank you so much for tagging me in this @drownedlove !!<3
rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!
relationship status: in the words of our lord and saviour jason derulo: i’m ridin’ solo (happily so)
favourite colour: i like every colour but usually when i get this question i answer with a dark red like the colour of wine or blood (all the best things in life seem to be red)
stuck in my head: the exit by conan gray
last song i listened to: be my angel by mazzy star
three favourite foods: pasta (this includes noodles and ramen bc they are the same thing and you can’t change my mind), dark chocolate, polenta
last thing i googled: “canadian director” bc i couldn’t remember xavier dolans name💀
dream trip: i always wanted to see san francisco and tokyo and australia and new zealand so i guess one of those? honestly i just love travelling so i’d be happy to go anywhere!!
no pressure tag: @culdogs @anythingforourmoonysstuff @euphorial-docx @twisted-tales-told @cr-amber @alarainai @lilyflxwers @motswolo @sezzabean @fruity-individual <333
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